Lo.

Lauren "Lo" Evans

[laurenevans-blog]

cassiexblake:

“It’s incredible.” Cassie promised as she pulled the safety belt across her torso.  The Book Thief was the author’s more popular novel, but this one too had struck a chord with her. She started the car and headed towards the road.  “It sounds like a great read.  I’ll definitely have to get it myself.” The description more than sparked her interest, even if the topic did seem a little too close to home.  “And absolutely not.  This is the perfect time of night for philosophical conversation.” Cassie grinned.  Her rule generally stuck to between 9 PM and 5 AM for anything truly deep. 

Lauren couldn’t deny just how much fun she was having. Cassie had been the first person to spark Lauren’s interest so quickly and so casually. There was something about her that was comforting. “Where have you been all my life??” Lauren theatrically joked. “Okay, next question. It’s a two-parter. And it’s very important.” For the sake of adding on a dramatic effect (and mostly for her own amusement) Lauren paused. Then went on, “If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go? AND --” Lauren could feel herself growing more animated, “-- AND, what book would you bring with you?”

[littlewolfliam-blog]

“I did not cheat. I studied. And hard. Who would’ve thought?”

[laurenevans-blog]

“Whoa, whoa,” She teased, propping up both hands. “Calm down, killer. You didn’t cheat. Although for the record, that’s something only a cheater would say.” Lauren couldn’t help herself. He was just too easy. But then she’d known that already. He was known around school for being a bit of a hot head. “You know I’m just kidding right? And besides, I need to ask you a favor. If it helps, I’m willing to pay. Don’t you need money for a new stick?” Lauren was referring to his lacrosse gear which she heard he broke in a fit of rage on the field.

[laurenevans-blog]

beaconspierce:

[ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] I said Ike. Not your mother. [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] though I’m assuming now that everyone says you’re her split image. [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] I’m probably getting killed tomorrow. [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] gladly, sweets. (;

[ TEXT ] You said it didn’t come from my dad’s gene pool. The only other gene pool I have is my mom’s. So you’re insulting my mom. [ TEXT ] Whatever. [ TEXT ] No actually I wouldn’t waste jail time on you. Don’t worry. [ TEXT ] But that doesn’t stop me from hoping you get hit by a bus (:

[accursedblood]

THE EVANS FAMILY Featuring: @temptsfate, @laurenevans, @hismothersson

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Alex pulled a bottle of ibuprofen out of her bag and slid it across the table. “Rager on a school night? Seems kind of risky.” 

[laurenevans-blog]

"Tell me about it,” she groaned. Though, accepted the pain killers with somewhat of a, rapid ease. “My god, you’re a life saver. Thank you .....” She paused to take a good look at the girl standing before her and realized she didn’t know her. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

[littlewolfliam-blog]

“I got a B on my chemistry test! I’ll take it.”

[laurenevans-blog]

“Niiiice, Dunbar. Who knew you had it in you? But, you had to have cheated.”

[hismothersson-blog]

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”

[laurenevans-blog]

“Well, it doesn’t necessarily surprise me that you don’t. But, as I was saying... she’s cute. Why not go for it?”

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2girls8cups (via willaaaahh)

[beaconspierce-blog]

[ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] I’m just guessing. [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] There’s no way your hair came from Ike’s gene pool. [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] What? You have a friend!? Congrats. I am so proud.

[laurenevans-blog]

[ TEXT ] so you’re insulting my dead mother’s hair then? very classy [ TEXT ]  gfy

[laurenevans-blog]

cassiexblake:

“Now there’s a question.” Cassie grinned.  A year ago she might have said Harry Potter, but the supernatural was sort of starting to lose its appeal for her.  She followed Lauren until they hit the parking lot, and then she took over, heading for her parked car.  “Maybe Markus Zusak’s I Am The Messenger. But I haven’t read anything new lately.” she admitted.  Circle related disasters had kept her quite busy, and she hadn’t been able to bring all of her books from LA anyway.  “What’s yours?” 

       “Never heard of it,” Lauren observed thoughtfully. The name, much less the author, didn’t ring any bells but she already made a mental note to check it out. As they ventured further, and arrived alongside Cassie’s car, Lauren took her time settling in. All the while contemplating which choice of book she could classify as a favorite. “Well, I’m currently devouring Hemingway’s ‘Garden of Eden.’ And It’s actually really good. If you’re into the whole going from good to evil. Though it’s not as malice as it sounds. It’s actually about the loss of happiness. And how sometimes our purest qualities can escape us when we lose something that once meant everything. Sorry, if I’m getting too deep here. I can totally shut up.”

[laurenevans-blog]

beaconspierce:

[ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] you have said that twice. [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] do you Evan’s not know how to be nice? [ TEXT FROM | Little Evans ] is all of your hair fake?

[ TEXT ] who said my hair was fake ?? [ TEXT ] yeah and apparently it’s true. a friend of mine even confirmed that you’re crazy. i actually believe him.

[cashmanian-blog]

           Lexi didn’t know much about the Evans family, other then the fact that they kept her employed, and for the most part they all seemed like good people. Granted, she was aware they were involved in a bit of illegal activity here and there –– especially Stevie, but who wasn’t in Beacon Harbor. You either had powers or a track record, and you didn’t really get a say on which one you got. So, naturally, she had instinct to look out for the younger Evans girl. Even if that meant helping her to a shot, or advice. Which, evidently she needed. Shifting a bit so that she was leaning against the counter, she looked at the girl, giving a calm nod. “Girl to girl?? Hmm..well, I’m a girl, so I think I can do that,” A light laugh escaped her. “What’s going on??”

[laurenevans-blog]

There was something about Lexi, that appealed to Lauren. She could never quite put her finger on it. But reason didn’t matter, right now. The important thing was, Lauren felt like she could trust her. Which suffice it to say, wasn’t all that easy. Sure, Lauren was young and liked to believe in the best of people. But, she wasn’t stupid. She knew when people were being shady. And she never suspected any sort of ill vibe from Lexi. Hence, why she sought out her for advice. Lauren believed it would be genuine, whatever it was. “Okay, I know this is gonna sound totally lame and if I knew any other way to word it so that it wouldn’t, believe me I would. But -- -- how can you tell if a guy is interested in you?” A part of her was embarrassed to even ask while another part felt really vulnerable. Lauren, no matter what, was happy she felt comfortable enough to discuss this matter with someone other than her stepmother who would simply just pry and beat all reason behind the question to death. She didn’t want her family to know she was interested in anyone. Even if they suspected it on their own without bringing it up. It wasn’t their business.

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                            Brett let himself get dragged by her to the elevator. Lauren had a way of getting her way, apparently and he had a feeling even if he tried to drag her off some other way to get breakfast elsewhere, she’d manage to make him get into the elevator be it by big sad eyes or stubborn refusal. She was a girl who knew where she was going, anyway. The room she lived in was nice. Nicer than he expected. It was like his house compacted into the suite space, and this must be what living in a fancy hotel was like. “This is your humble abode?” He repeated her phrasing, raising both eyebrows and giving her an impressed smirk. “Well it’s no four story house, but I guess it isn’t bad.” Brett teased, “And it comes with room service? I guess that’s not too bad either.” He could eat everything she named in one sitting, if he wanted to, werewolf metabolism burned through food pretty fast. But that also seemed ridiculous. “French toast and omelets sounds good to me. You know, if your low class room service can manage to get that right in this dumpy place.”

[laurenevans-blog]

“Ohhh, I see.” Her hand covered her mouth in mock offense. “So he’s got jokes now?” In spite of her hardest efforts not to laugh, she did anyway. This was the side of Brett, she most liked. It was hard to find people who weren’t as easily-dazzled by the place in which she came from. The only people who weren’t easily phased were the ones who were rich. And the only seemingly rich kid she knew and got along with was, Brett. The others at their school were much more stuck up and unwelcoming. She never got that vibe from Brett. Not once. “French toast and omelets it is.” Lauren gave a nod, quickly resuming the more serious side of their conversation. She didn’t realize until that moment just how hungry she actually was. And thus, she went ahead and ordered double of both. -- Room service arrived ten to fifteen minutes later and as Lauren began eating, she started to feel a lot less like a zombie and more like an actual human. But more so, her brain started to revive itself, revisiting their previous conversation. She didn’t know why, but she had a lot of questions. And anyone else would have given her vague, non-answers. “You know what I don’t get? You and Katherine as friends. I mean, you were friends right? That’s how you know so much about her and what kind of person she is?”

[amazingtonks]

[laurenevans-blog]

@cassiexblake pretending this is cassie (▰˘◡˘▰)

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@beaconspierce

[ TEXT FROM | Katherine ] are you /absolutely/ sure? [ TEXT FROM | Katherine ] why isn’t your hair that shiny? [ TEXT FROM | Katherine ] that is such a compliment <3

[ TEXT TO | Psycho ] you are so creepy

[laurenevans-blog]

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[ TEXT | 12: 31 AM ] You are by far the strangest person I’ve ever met. [ TEXT | 12: 33 AM ] But yes it’s real. Unless you know something I don’t?

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